How I Met Your Mother. 6 words that have changed my life.
(K not really, but I've spent my whole week watching it)
Marshal and Lilly have just tied the knot and Ted and Robin broke up. Barney is back to being Teds wingman of fun, but Ted keeps saying something:
I'm not ready yet.
I think that's where I'm at. I'm not ready to be over it, and I'm not ready to be mature about things. I just want to grow a beard and bum it like Ted did.
And in another sense, I'm not ready because I realized I hit another one year mark. And the fact that I remember what happened exactly one year ago at this exact time really freaks me out.
Not only does my head remember, but so does my body. It's not the first time it's happened...
I can physically remember the way I felt. It was so empty and bottomless my body can remember it. It remembered before my head did.
How strange.
And my body compared it to right now. To someone else, who doesn't even hold any kind of resemblance to the situation I was in last year.
What are you doing? There was nothing to build these feelings on anyway. No reason to feeling betrayed, or cheated on, or to even think those things.
There were a few moments, yeah. But there always are.
Whateverrrrrrr. I've tried all I can think of. I'll just get over it like I did last year.
It's so hard to blog while watching this show.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Awkward.
I always thought I was awkward, but then I started living life during 2013 and I realized it's not my fault. My life is just awkward. Everything awkward finds me.
For example- I'm driving home from thanksgiving point, and this kid flashes me his number while doing the "point, nod, wink" move no one should ever do, let alone from a bus. So what do I do? Awkwardly avoid eye contact and make the smirk I think looks sexy in my head (*in my head). Gosh, Chloe.
Another moment: I'm texting this kid and I totally misinterpret what he said. So I'm getting ready to be like "be over in a sec, babe", but thankfully I'm a text-rereader and before pressing send, I looked over it again and save myself from a very humiliating moment. I certainly didn't need help with humiliating myself in that- whatever you want to call it.
One last one. During my fourth period, there's someone always tweeting nervous tweets about some girl he fancies. I have no idea who this kid is, except that he goes to my school, but I've noticed his tweets, obviously. Being the curious person I am, I look around the room to see if he happens to be in my class. No, he's not, which clears up a lot of my suspicion.
Earlier this evening... No, I'm sorry. Too awkward.
Okay, so maybe my LIFE isn't the awkward part. It's just ME.
....and maybe I tweet a lot.
I like it, okay?!
... Because two is always better than one ;)
For example- I'm driving home from thanksgiving point, and this kid flashes me his number while doing the "point, nod, wink" move no one should ever do, let alone from a bus. So what do I do? Awkwardly avoid eye contact and make the smirk I think looks sexy in my head (*in my head). Gosh, Chloe.
Another moment: I'm texting this kid and I totally misinterpret what he said. So I'm getting ready to be like "be over in a sec, babe", but thankfully I'm a text-rereader and before pressing send, I looked over it again and save myself from a very humiliating moment. I certainly didn't need help with humiliating myself in that- whatever you want to call it.
One last one. During my fourth period, there's someone always tweeting nervous tweets about some girl he fancies. I have no idea who this kid is, except that he goes to my school, but I've noticed his tweets, obviously. Being the curious person I am, I look around the room to see if he happens to be in my class. No, he's not, which clears up a lot of my suspicion.
Earlier this evening... No, I'm sorry. Too awkward.
Okay, so maybe my LIFE isn't the awkward part. It's just ME.
....and maybe I tweet a lot.
I like it, okay?!
... Because two is always better than one ;)
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